At Furry Fiesta, they had a smoke machine running at the rave party. When the air conditioner came on, it blew out all the smoke into the hallway. For what ever reason, some guard or night manager pulled me out of the rave to question me. Seeing as I had nothing to do with the rave beyond attending, he moved on to somebody who was actually in charged. I'm flattered that he thinks my clothing signify importance, but I'm just not that awesome. Anyway, he claimed that "the guests" thought the building was on fire, however we were the hotel guests!
Anyway, the guy had a strange African accent, so I half expected him to say "We don't have smokey raves at the Oasis."